Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Dog's at Pains to Reach a Sheaf of Shade

OK, that song I don't like as much as the one below this paragraph, the below song !!!! heard yesterday on Irwin's show. But the above is called Hamster, and, since I'm writing about family, shazam, Serendipity... BFF writes about Patriots Derangement Syndrome, good thing he has a blog. Forgive me, helmetball fascinates me, not the game itself but the religion. Lord Baal demandeth I not cheat lest the sanctity of the game be besmirched is one traditional homily, chanted by losers. Lord Baal demandeth any and all expediencies be conceived, gameplanned, and executed for victory: victory alone in an amoral world is moral, chanted by winners, is another. BFF then mentions Obama Derangement Syndrome, I assume he's talking about folk like me who despise Obama from the left more than those who despise him from the right, but I'm a narcissist. He then says Well, you know, that and utterly fucking addled about a fucking jingo
movie about a lying, homicidal, psychopath war hero. But I'm gonna
assert that the football is more important. What I think he's saying is fine metaphors abound, but I'm a narcissist. xoxo.

5 comments:

Yeah, sorry, you're a narcissist. ODS has nothing to do with fake libertarianarchosyndicalism, or with you, not to actually associate you, even fringily, with any ism whatsoever, and your unfamiliarity with the ODS meme is telling (I'm not that original, this is actually a thing, in places you clearly don't read). You have legit reasons for your Obama dislike, despite existing in some 1-phase-click-off reality like those serpent things in "Time's Arrow," which can hardly be a bad thing, and is only discomforting in that I'm the closest thing you have to a Data or a LaForge in that regard, and I'm a really shitty blind Negro android. ODS is about people who actually think he's a socialist, or a Muslim, or a Kenyan, or a gangsta, or whathefuckever it is those people think. You (you have no ilk) are at the very, very worst a mild example of the man's amazing power to crystalize as a focus for personality cultism or obsessive psychopathy, and you're nowhere near either of those spectral extremes.

I genuinely didn't think about you for a second while I was dashing that off (and thanks, by the way, for the linkage), except to the extent that I thought, "Boy, this will bore the shit out of BFF and he'll ignore it." Cheerful to be wrong about that (I forgot that helmetball is kayfaberiffic, completely my dumb in every conceivable respect and probably some that aren't conceivable), and cheerful that fine metaphors do, indeed, abound.

And honestly? I'm ashamed to have even worked the stupid fucking sniper movie into my rant, even for cheap effect.

My working theory is that the Nats are trying to convert Metroland to a baseball town at the expense of Spirit of Snyder. The time to do it is this season while the area mocks the Slurs for winning off the field. A good and exciting season and pennant race, get to and win the World Series while the Slurs are still and perpetually a laughing stock? This has never been anything but a Slurs town, it probably will be again if the team ever is good, but the Nats might never get a bigger chance of changing that than this season. If that's the thinking the Scherzer deal looks smart. Not that that's probably the thinking.